Late yesterday afternoon, we decided to go get our Christmas tree. We loaded up in P’s truck and then picked up Mimi and Bops so that they could get their tree at the same time.
We purchase our tree every year from the same overpriced lot. I’m sure we could get a cheaper tree elsewhere, but there is just something about buying a tree from people who drive down from Michigan in an R.V. every year that seems so authentic and Christmasy to me.
After careful evaluation I made a selection, and had P come evaluate to make sure that it was the right size and shape. This is a crucial step in our tree picking process due to the fact that the first year we moved in our house, I was giddy at the prospect of having a huge, tall tree since we have 9 foot ceilings. So, we bought a huge, tall tree that was so incredibly gigantic that it didn’t fit through our front door without much sawing of branches and profanity, and once we finally got it inside, we couldn’t close the front door because it took up all the available space in our living room.
It was a tree better suited for oh, I don’t know…maybe Rockefeller Center.
We loaded up our trees and headed to Mimi and Bops’ house to drop them and their tree off. Buying the tree had really put Bops in the Christmas spirit, so he tried to get us all in a festive mood by giving us a commentary on how ludicrous it is to spend over $100 on a dead tree.
It was just like an Ingalls’ family old fashioned Christmas.
So as Bops is discussing the financial aspects of tree buying, Caroline asks for the 147th time if today is Christmas. I tell her no and then decide to have a little reason for the season moment by asking, “Do you know why we celebrate Christmas?”
She replied, “Yes, PRESENTS!”
I’ll be working on that.